Carolyn considered Barzilla Ball and his sister, Molly I., very interesting persons. By this time she had learned her mistake and knew that the island girl's surname was not "Eyeball." Molly Icivilla, however, seemed to the little Carolyn to be a very odd name. Most island names, however, appeared to be rather odd. The parents seemed to have tricked the children out with queer given names, while local custom added to the peculiar nomenclature. The little girl began to understand Captain Littlefield's joke about the impossibility of carrying on a war on Block Island. The families had so intermarried that it was difficult to distinguish some of the men and their wives from other couples of the same surname. Perhaps that is why Miss Ball's parents had called her "Icivilla"; there was not likely to be another with that name on the island--or anywhere else. On this Monday evening the Camerons remained to supper and did not start homeward until after the pale lady's husband arrived. He and Barzilla Ball were already good friends, and they sat down on the stone bench beside the cottage door to discuss the swordfishing business. Barzilla was pretty nearly a man of one idea. At least, his mind and heart were set upon the trade he followed. It was a clear and starlit evening, and sleepy as Carolyn May was, she managed to stay awake during most of the ride back to the hotel to watch the stars which hung between sky and sea and seemed almost within touch if one might climb the steeple of the West Side church. "If we could climb up that steeple, Princey and me," she prattled to her mother, "I believe we might catch that star--see! It winked at me then." "Why, Carolyn! You don't really suppose that you are of so much importance that the star sees you and you alone, do you?" asked her mother curiously. The little girl was quite warmly argumentative. "Why not, Mamma?" she asked. "Look at all those stars up there. Surely there are enough to go around. Papa says there are millions and millions in the Milky Way alone. There! That star winked at me again." And she finally fell asleep on the buckboard seat trying to count the "winks" with which the star favoured her. It was the very next day that Carolyn experienced a curious adventure--a meeting that she could scarcely believe was real, much as she was given to the expectation of strange adventures. As she ran on the bathing beach with Prince she came face to face with the stern looking man whose automobile she had seen for a second time at the Corners, and who had given her at their first meeting outside of Central Park a twenty dollar bank note for the pale lady. His appearance rather shocked the little girl for a few moments. She stopped stock-still on the sands while Prince raced wildly ahead of her. The man was walking with his cigar and cane beside a wheel chair in which was being rolled by a negro the haughty looking woman whom Carolyn May supposed must be the man's wife.